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You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.

Ivan Turgenev

I’m through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me…. If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
IVAN TURGENEV

Alone Bad Existence Fact Myself
Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
IVAN TURGENEV

Appetite Sick Spoil
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
IVAN TURGENEV

Desire Expectation Genuine Holy Sympathy
I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
IVAN TURGENEV

Myself Oneself Opinion
I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
IVAN TURGENEV

Expression Impossible Mindset Oneself
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
IVAN TURGENEV

Man Nature Temple Workshop
I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.
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Happiness Myself Place Room Stay Water
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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Average Herself Mediocre Vulgar
Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.
IVAN TURGENEV

Heat heavy Pass Return Sleep Time Wait
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
IVAN TURGENEV

Beginning Moments Patience Wait
That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
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Better Existence Poetry Talk Truth
The temerity to believe in nothing.
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Believe One Liner
What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?
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Expectation Future Hope Instant Mourn Oneself Rise
A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
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Branch Himself Son Willing
I was afraid of looking into my heart…afraid of thinking seriously about anything…I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.
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Admit Afraid Heart Love Myself
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
IVAN TURGENEV

Fools Happiness Monster Ourselves Young

You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.

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